SAD STORYS FOR A SAD SOUL( And also some poems)

Smoke

The smoke he spits comes out in waves
Rolling off his lips and pouring out into the sky
Quickly the car filled with a smog
Intoxicating in its own way, yet so painful
Breathing sharp as I feel my lungs tighten and I cough...
Cough...
Cough...
Still he continues, flicking the ash off into a crushed soda can
I can feel my head swirl around as the car turns a light grey
The more I breathe the sicker I get, sadly the sick never goes away
Ever smoke break in the car filled me up with more toxins
As my lungs grew weak and my heart slowed its beats 
I grew into an pattern, every time I was with him I would come back to mom sicker and sicker every time
The doctors explained I was sensitive to smoke, and my lungs were getting bad...
Yet when he found out he didn't quite care as he continues to do as he'd done.
Then one night as I laid awake my lungs a tight wheezy mess, I started choking on air that was burning and mom took took me in right away...
The doctors hooked me up to machines with clean air and every breathe felt like death.
My eyes wouldn't open and my heart wouldn't slow down as my mother cried in the corner. He never came not even a call until 6 days into admission.
The nurses came back with a sad look in their eyes as they said my lung wasn't working, it had collapsed on itself from all of the smoke and it needed to be healed with time. Today I can't run without getting winded not even 5 seconds in
I hyperventilate when I'm nervous and I get constant pneumonias
It seems I'm never quite healthy
If it wasn't for you I might have ended up better but sadly that's not how it went. So thank you for everything even though you knew it was hurting your dear little daughter..dad.